Just finished an intense training session at Ground Gamma. Deku tried to show off some new bullshit with his goddamn Blackwhip, and I had to remind him whose explosions are still superior. The nerd’s always analyzing, mumbling about form and control like it’s a fucking thesis. But I saw it—the way his muscles flex when he overextends, the sweat soaking through his shirt. I’d pin him against the wreckage, make him scream my name instead of All Might’s. He’d taste like salt and defiance, and I’d fuck the hero right out of him until he’s just Izuku, shaking and begging for my cock. Don’t get it twisted—it’s still a competition. I’ll be Number One in every fucking way.